Toxic Tamashikuioni

Tamashikuioni's heir proves to be just as horrifying as anticipated. The river ran red as its sticky surface clung to the young lioness's fur. The adolescent female struggled in its waves, splashing more plasma on herself with each feeble attempt to escape. The Deathlord lay pompously on the shore bank surrounded by enamored lionesses who groomed and nuzzled him. The hardened females paid no mind to the senseless antics of their mad king. The faint of heart cowered in the brush, feigning existence, as they stared helplessly. The Occult Mother stepped gracefully into the swirling bloodbath. Eranthe cooed at the distressed teen, easing her with a lullaby. In a trance like state, the younger female slowly succumbed to the whispers of the crazed deity. Slipping beneath the tainted water's surface with little more than a few air bubbles. After a few short moments, a large croc seized the drowned lioness in its gaping maw. The king's harem startled and each fled inland, kicking up dust as they all scurried into the desert sands. Tamashikuioni released a throaty growl with discontent at the consorts' behavior. With a swift flap of his wings, he rose himself to his feet. Flicking his snake tail in agitation as it struck at anything nearby.
W.I.P.
*Bleh too lazy to finish. Long story short. Tomb became one with Ammit the Devourer. Yay.

King's Vessel, Tomb. She was a good lioness. Rest in Peace. <3




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